Elijah
The weight of the moment crashes over me as Ryder steps into my room. His unsettling calm only heightens my unease. Impeccably dressed, he exudes an air of confidence I wish I could muster right now.
“Alpha, your mate and mine are already on their way to the wedding hall,” he announces, his voice steady and composed, making my heart skip a beat.
I nod, though my pulse quickens. Piper. My bride. My mate. Even if she’s only marrying me to claim her inheritance before planning to divorce me afterward—it doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with that when the time comes.
Because Plan C is foolproof. I’ll take her to my world, where divorce won’t even be an option. She’ll be mine—completely, irrevocably, forever.
My chest tightens at the thought of her in the dress I personally ensured would
